Alas, what a wretched fate, Ye Shikai sighed. While camping and rock climbing, we stumbled upon such a mishap, now trapped in this damned place. Dongfang Lian's whereabouts are unknown, and I have no idea how she's faring.
Add some salt and ginger slices. In the cold rain, this bowl of ginger soup feels especially warm. Being able to enjoy a bowl of ginger soup in a place like this is already a luxury. In the past, at most in such times, there'd only be bottled water, not even hot water.
"Qingqing, first drink this bowl of ginger soup." Ye Shikai carefully handed the cup into the tent. It wasn't long before Su Ziqing handed the cup back out.
"Alright, next, you should just get some good rest." Ye Shikai said softly. Her fever isn't too bad right now; keeping warm and drinking some ginger soup, a night's rest should suffice.
